The concubine is a man, and the illegitimate son of a divine physician has a spatial ability.

Yin Zijing's lips curled into a faint smile as he softly said, "It's worth it, of course it's worth it. Everyone harbors a dream, a dream of heroism. To pursue that seemingly unattainable dream, there are always a small group of people willing to fly headlong into the flame like moths, and I am one of them." His gaze was firm and unwavering, as if an inextinguishable fire burned within his eyes.

Then, Yin Zijin continued, "Ruhe, you asked me if I like His Highness the Crown Prince?" His eyes became firm and gentle, as if he was recalling the moments he had spent with His Highness the Crown Prince.

"My answer is yes. In this oppressive and feudal Great Sheng Dynasty, he and I are on the same path. He knows what I want and what I want to do. Although he doesn't understand, he is willing to respect and support me, and that is enough." Yin Zijing's voice was filled with gratitude and satisfaction.

“There is no such thing as pure love in this world. For me, as long as that person treats me well, that’s enough. He gives me care, love, and trust, which makes me feel warm and at ease. In this complicated world, such feelings are especially precious.” Yin Zijing’s eyes sparkled with happiness, and her face was beaming with a smile.

Ruhe listened quietly to Yin Zijin's words, feeling happy for her. She knew how difficult things had been for Yin Zijin, and it was truly rare for her to find someone who genuinely understood and loved her.

She understood the greater good in Yin Zijin's heart. Ruhe seemed to have come to her senses and cheered up, saying, "After listening to what you said, I think I understand. I will not go back to the Yin residence with you after five days."

"Young lady, please take good care of yourself and stay safe. The situation in the inner quarters is even more complicated now. I heard that the master has taken two more concubines, who have borne him two sons and a daughter. On the surface, everything seems peaceful in the inner quarters, but who knows what dirty tricks they might be using behind the scenes..."

Yin Zijing nodded, seemingly having taken Ruhe's words to heart: "By the way, Ruhe, I'll have Third Uncle speak to your mother personally. Then no one will say anything when you go to Huirui Medical Clinic..."

Ah Tian, ​​who was driving the carriage, heard a soft sobbing sound coming from inside and became worried. He quickly stopped the carriage and turned to look behind him. He saw the curtain swaying slightly, as if someone was crying inside. Ah Tian's heart tightened, and he hurriedly asked Shen Lu, who was some distance away, to come and drive the carriage. Then he carefully stepped into the carriage.

Ah Tian, ​​being a eunuch, had little regard for etiquette between men and women. He gently lifted the carriage curtain and stepped inside. He immediately saw Yin Zijing and Ruhe, their faces streaked with tears, sobbing softly. Looking at Yin Zijing's frail body and helpless expression, one couldn't help but feel pity.

Ah Tian walked to Yin Zijing's side, gently reached out, and tenderly wiped away the tears on her face with his handkerchief. Looking at Yin Zijing's pitiful, weak, and helpless appearance, he was filled with heartache.

"Is the girl made of water? Why are you crying like this? Your eyes are all red and swollen." Ah Tian said softly, his tone full of concern and worry.

Yin Zijin raised her head, looking at A-Tian through teary eyes.

Ah Tian tenderly pulled Yin Zijin to lean on his shoulder and comforted her, "Miss, no matter what happens, you must be strong! Even the biggest problems will pass, so don't torture yourself like this anymore. If you feel really bad, why not lean on my shoulder and get some sleep? When you wake up, everything will be alright."

Yin Zijing leaned quietly on A-Tian's shoulder, feeling his warmth and care. His emotions gradually calmed down, and his tears slowly stopped. He looked at A-Tian gratefully and whispered, "Thank you, A-Tian. I feel much better with you by my side."

Ah Tian smiled and nodded, gently patting Yin Zijing on the back, signaling him to relax and rest...

Before long, Yin Zijing fell into a deep sleep. To help him sleep more comfortably on the bumpy carriage, A-Tian took off his outer robe and gently covered Yin Zijing with it, then silently watched him...

Upon arriving at Qingya Xiaozhu, Yin Zijin told Granny Zhou about returning to the Yin residence in five days. Granny Zhou was very happy and said while packing her luggage, "Finally, we're going back. Fu'an Temple is too deserted. It's never as good as home."

Yin Zijin sat beside the guqin, practicing it over and over again.

"Oh! By the way, young lady. Your teacher, Master Yang, is here. He wants to see how your dance practice is going. After you finish your piano practice, change your clothes and head to the dance studio. Master Yang is waiting for you!"

Yin Zijing's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly said, "Granny, why didn't you say so earlier? You know how strict Master Yang is!"

Yin Zijing quickly stopped playing her piece, walked to the cabinet, and took out a purple dance costume. The purple dance costume was layered, but it outlined Yin Zijing's curvaceous figure, graceful and delicate, and her light and lovely posture was endearing.

Ruhe helped Yin Zijin change into her dance costume, styled her hair in a simple bun, and adorned her with a silver butterfly hairpin. She also removed the delicate gold chain from Yin Zijin's bound feet. No matter how anxious she was, Yin Zijin, with her small, bound feet, still walked towards the dance practice area…

Looking at Yin Zijing's figure, Granny Zhou chuckled and said, "Wonderful! Such a figure is simply tailor-made for men."

Upon entering the dance studio, Yin Zijing quickly stepped forward and politely performed a curtsy: "Greetings, Master Yang."

Master Yang glanced at Yin Zijing and scolded, "What's the rush? Your hair ornaments are wobbling like crazy!"

Yin Zijing looked somewhat aggrieved, her pitiful appearance making anyone's heart ache: "This is the first time Zijing has worn a hairpin. The nanny and mother told me that I can wear the hairpin after marriage, the purpose being to regulate my behavior, and I don't need to wear it before marriage. So we haven't deliberately trained me in this aspect..."

Seeing Yin Zijin's pitiful appearance, Master Yang showed no mercy: "After I finished teaching you dance last time, didn't I tell you to wear more hair ornaments and practice more?"

To practice until you can dance, the hair ornaments can't be swung around randomly; they can only move with your body. Didn't you listen to that...?

Yin Zijing immediately knelt on the ground: "Master Yang, I have practiced, but it is still too early, and I have not yet reached your level."

Master Yang said, "That's because you didn't work hard enough. I only care about the results. Tell me yourself, and I'll hit your calves a few times with a bamboo stick."

Yin Zijing was on the verge of tears. The feeling of being hit on the calves was just too unbearable. Yin Zijing quickly said, "If you don't finish your homework, hit your calves 10 times with a bamboo stick."